Chapter 91

Tony took a deep breath and watched Sam's eyes. He noticed that they looked wild. That was never a good sign.

"What do you want to talk about?" Sam asked again as he came around to stand in front of Dean. Tony turned and walked back toward the door.

"Stop," said Sam and took a step toward him. Tony looked past Sam to Dean who was sitting behind him. He stopped. He turned and leaned against the door. Sam cocked his head. "What was Tony thinking," he thought as he tried to gauge the cop's mood. He grinned and looked him in the eye.

"I want you to let Dean go," said Tony finally.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah Sam come on. Who the hell do you think is talking to you in your head? A fairy," said Tony sarcastically. Sam didn't answer. Tony took a chance and took a quick look right past him. "Who do you think is calling you? Seriously." Sam thought a minute and then said, "I have no idea." Tony nodded.

"And you're just going to do what it says?" Sam lowered the gun a little and took a step. Suddenly he was nervous. "Who was it that kept calling him," he thought but just couldn't seem to shake it. The command was constant in his head. It was actually beginning to hurt. "Make it shut up," thought Sam. "I wish it would just quit. He looked at Tony. "I have to go."

"Go where Sam," Tony said. Sam thought a minute and answered. "I don't really know." It made him nervous. Tony took a step toward him and he immediately raised the gun again. Tony stopped and just waited.

"You're going to walk into a trap," said Tony. "You're going to end up getting you and your brother hurt. Do you want that?" Sam shook his head but made no attempt to lower the gun. Quietly, as quietly as Dean could, he slid to the edge of the bed. He looked at Sam. His back was to him. He looked over Sam's right shoulder at Tony and nodded.

"Sam," said Dean suddenly. Sam jumped and whirled around. Not missing a beat, Tony, hands cuffed and all, tackled him and knocked him down. "SHIT!" explained Sam and tried to get to his feet. He wasn't fast enough, however, and he found himself flat on his back on the floor, arms and legs pinned to the floor and a very angry and worried Dean on top of him. "GET OFF ME!" yelled Sam and tried his best to buck him off.

"Be still," ordered Dean but it only made Sam madder.

"GET THE HELL OFF ME!" yelled Sam. He fought hard. As hard as he could, but Dean wasn't playing. Finally, when he couldn't fight any more, he went limp and just glared up at his big brother.

Dean, trying his best to control his temper, and trying real hard to remember that this was his brother, just sighed and looked down. "You okay?" Sam didn't answer. Dean shook his head.

"I'm sorry Sammy," he said and remained where he was. "But I'm in charge now." When Sam still didn't answer Dean raised an eyebrow and took the gun that had fallen beside him. "You okay Tony," he asked. "Yeah," answered Tony "I'm okay." Dean nodded and continued to watch his brother. "What are you thinking?" When Sam still didn't answer he got slowly to his feet. He pulled Sam to his and shoved him down on the bed.

"Do not even think about moving," said Dean and walked over to Tony who turned around. Taking the cuff keys out of his pocket, Dean removed the cuffs and helped his friend to his feet. Tony looked at Sam. "Are you okay," he asked the young man.

"I have to go," repeated Sam. "He wants me to bring my brother and come to him."

"I don't give a shit," said Dean. "Nemesis is not in control anymore." Tony looked at Dean and they both looked at Sam. His eyes remained wild. "SAMMY!" yelled John and began to bang on the door.

"Coming dad," said Dean but Tony gestured that he should stay where he was. He made his way over to the bedroom door and unlocked it. John came in slowly and seeing that Dean was now in control, he let out the breath he was holding. "Sammy?" John walked over to his youngest. "I have to go," he said. "He's going to be very angry."

John looked at Dean. "Are you okay," he asked his oldest. Dean nodded. "I'm fine," he said but he was worried about Sam.

Bryan came into the room. "How is he," he asked. Dean shook his head. "I don't know," he said truthfully because all Sam could do was say he had to go, and that if he didn't, Nemesis would be angry.

"Well I hate to add fuel to the fire," Bryan said, " But you all need to come and look at this." Everyone looked at the other, but didn't answer. Tony followed Bryan out into the hallway. John stayed back. "Cuff him son," he said. Dean narrowed his eyes at his dad. "No way," he said. "He'll be okay."

"Do as I say Dean. Something is wrong." John frowned at Sam and left the room. Dean also looked at his brother. He just sat there. "You'll be okay Sammy," he said. "I promise."

"I'm sorry Dean," Sam said and didn't resist when Dean pulled him to his feet. He still wasn't acting right and it was making Dean even more nervous. "It's okay," he said, He turned but never saw the blow coming. Neither did Sam." Both brothers fell unconscious to the floor.